I woke up to a dust storm. My tent was cracking against the blustering winds, shaking and rattling in terror before the storm. Too many holes to seal soon developed in my flimsy shelter, and Dust visited me for a lazy breakfast. It was such an irritation, that storm. It left its mark for a couple of weeks on my life; each time I felt the bother a few grains of sand in obscure parts of my body--which I previously had no idea I could feel-- I lived through its chaos once more. But most of all, sand in my mouth was an exasperation. I could taste its tasteless distastefulness for a long time. It drove me nuts during every meal for a month or so.
Other than that, it was quite a pleasant dream, in the desert.
Adonis
Monday, May 22, 2006
5/22/2006 12:42:00 AM - Wind
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